Roses Blooming … no comments
Here in Northern California the roses are blooming. I’ve spent months stopping every few feet on our morning and evening walks so that the dog can sniff the grass and mark his trail. Now the dog waits patiently for me as we stop at every other house so that I can smell and inspect the roses in their front yard – buds, blooms, and fading dropping petals in all the colors a rose can be.
Stop and smell the roses isn’t the cliche I once thought it was. Maybe it takes getting a little older to really appreciate, not only the phrase, but the flower itself. And how fleeting the rose is. Sturdy and fragile at the same time. A delicate bitch of a flower. Difficult to grow. High maintenance. But worth it.
Contemplating the rose is a meditation. Take a moment to really focus on the flower and you’ll find that, in that moment, nothing else matters.